“She shaves his face
She combs his hair
She helps him find his rocking chair
She cooks his meals
She wipes his mouth
And the window that he’s looking out
She reads him books
She speaks his name
Oh every day is much the same
She sighs that sigh from deep within
The one that says
She misses him”

The terror of Alzheimers is the very mundane nature of the disease . I am the legal guardian of my aunt, a very feisty, argumentative woman who hasn’t spoken in two years and hasn’t known who I am for at least five years. When my uncle passed away in April 2005 , I was the closest relative well enough to look after her matters. It is very hard on the survivors remembering what is and dealing with what is. I think Tim’s song captures the essense of the problem better than any other song I’ve heard.

Tim’s CD came out in 2001 , and while the CD wasn’t anything special, this song deserves to be remembered